As someone who has seen their fair share of Birthdays (today included) I find my enthusiasm definitely waning. It's too far away to get excited for retirement but I'm also so old that the bar stars look at me like "did somebody invite their dad or is that the the local drug dealer?" Usually they assume drug dealer because I'm dressed cooler than their dad. Nothing like getting molested buy some random bar kitten trying to get drugs I don't have. PS. Telling them "sorry I'm a good boy" doesn't seem to help. So how does a post 30, pre retirement bachelor get excited about getting older? So far the best suggestion has been that random hotties should send men nude selfies on their Bday after they hit 30. That sounds like a great way to get excited about my Birthday but I think the problem is, how does one convince random hotties to send naked selfies. Do you still enjoy your Bday? What gets you excited about it? Any tips for us guys/gals, that dread Bdays, to get excited about?
Dont pretend youre young anymore. Luckily, we tend to have more money. My last Birthday we headed over to France for the Euro Championships. 2 days in Paris, football, beers. Use it as an excuse to do something you wouldnt most weekends. Not pretend to be 21 again.
Don't have kids or the birthday fun will go away completely. I love them, but me and the wife need a vacation alone.
I think the thing that I miss most about my youth is how easy it was putting together a crowd of people. If you moved in packs of less than 4 people, you were obviously on your way to meet up with more people. Now i fight to keep my 3 hours of early morning gaming with my 1 buddy and my day hanging with my other female friend. Damned if anyone else has time to meet up. I'm a social butterfly trapped in a bottle.
If you knew me you would be hard pressed to support that statement. I'm only old on the outside and even there it's putting up the good fight. I can regularly be seen watching cartoons, skipping, cartwheeling, twirling, down streets while leaping onto ledges for the sole purpose of leaping back off. I sing incorrect lyrics to songs intentionally. I demand my grilled cheese sandwiches be cut into quarters because they taste better. I often hum when I eat cookies (same reason). People constantly ask how old I am, and just like many other children it's because they think I must be 5. You oooobviously don't know what you're talking about. Pfft! **eyeroll**
How about no. You're too lazy to write more than a half hearted comment and expect deep introspection at a casual post looking for advice on how to get ramped up about the post 30 bdays. You quite clearly think too highly of your own lack of input.
Yeah, I'm 29 today. Next thing you know I'll be 40 & I will look awfully silly playing Halo & then picking up my 8-string & djenting all over my living room. But I can't let go...
Happy Bday!!! And I say ****it, if it makes you happy and it isn't hurting anyone, who gives a **** how it looks. Rock on! Djent on!? Anyways . . PS. it really is "Next thing you know I'll be 40" so make it count.